Chapter 491.2 - Childishness, OCD (Part 2) (1/2)

Prince Wen, Xiao Ziwen, the eldest son of the emperor, was deeply loved by the emperor in his early years. Because he was fond of martial arts and was tired of studying since he was young, he joined the army. He now held 30,000 soldiers in his hand. Although it was not much, their power was not something can be underestimated.

“Ziwen is here? Zian, it will be if you will accompany me to welcome your elder brother.” Princess Fushou Zhang’s eyes lit up, it can be seen that he was quite close to Prince Wen.

“Imperial Aunt, if my elder brother sees me, he will scold me. I will get inside first.” Xiao Zian released Princess Fushou Zhang‘s hand and quickly retreated behind Lin Chujiu.

Lin Chujiu saw Xiao Zian, extremely uncomfortable. He even wiped the non-existing dirt on his clothes.

It seems that Xiao Zian has the obsessive-compulsive disease.

“You’re still so scared of Ziwen?” Princess Fushou Zhang seemed to think of something interesting and smiled: “Alright, I will go by myself, you accompany your Imperial Aunt.”

As soon as Princess Fushou Zhang left, Xiao Zian breathed a sigh of relief, which was really funny.

Seeing that Xiao Zian was still uncomfortably brushing his sleeves, Lin Chujiu handed the handkerchief on her hand to Xiao Zian. “Wipe it.” Seeing that Xiao Zian helped her cope with the annoying Princess Fushou Zhang, she decided to sacrifice her handkerchief. Anyway, it was not embroidered by her.

Xiao Zian froze for a moment before taking the handkerchief from Lin Chujiu’s hand. “Thank you, Imperial Aunt.” His face looked calm, but his ears were slightly red, it seemed like he was embarrassed.

Lin Chujiu chuckled. Fearing that Xiao Zian will be more embarrassed, she quickly changed the subject: “I heard that the crown prince has arrived, we should go now, to not let the crown prince wait for a long time.”

It can be said that the crown prince really gave Princess Fushou Zhang a face. The earliest person to arrive was no other than him, which made Lin Chujiu speechless.

Xiao Zian breathed a sigh of relief, took the handkerchief given by Lin Chujiu, and wiped his hands carefully. He even wiped the clothes touched by Princess Fushou Zhang. Only by then, Xiao Zian felt less uncomfortable.